User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3474228-20140724221042/@comment-3474228-20140726030316

The weasel, Captain Magnus Clawford, takes a step back, his eyes widening and a grin forming on his face. "Well, thankee, Jagfang, but ... er, nobeast's ever gonna know yew told us all o' this." He takes out a shiny cutlass and sticks it into the rat's gut. "Once our great King 'ears I found th'otters meself on me own grand suspicions an' put em in th'ground after scourin' th'city, there ain't nothin' that'll stop me sittin' atop piles o' gold ... ain't that right, matey?"